Volume 1: Capturing Cold-Faced Special Agent 001 Who Has Been Married

  "What? When did I get married?!"

  Zheng Gaokao's summer received a call from his father Zheng An and rushed to the Qingteng Hotel.

  The old man in front of him, who looks over 70 years old and is dressed expensively, is said to be her future husband's grandfather.

  What a mess!

  "Xiaoxia, this is Uncle Jia, don't you recognize him? When you were little, didn't Grandpa take you to live at Uncle Jia's house for a while?"

  After being reminded by Rong An, Rong Xia's brain suddenly started working and she remembered.

  Rong Xia's face turned slightly awkward, she thought of not the old man in front of her, but the young handsome guy in that house, when 6-year-old her actually wet his bed.

  After this, she regarded it as a permanent shame.

  But what does this have to do with her future husband?

  "How is Grandfather Jing lately?" Rong Xia still politely asked.

  "Everything is fine, but Grandpa has been looking all over for you."

  "Looking for me? What's up?" Rong Xia asked without hesitation.

  Rong Jia's family fortunes declined after Rong Xia was ten years old. After Rong Hua died, Rong An proved to be a useless man who couldn't even raise his daughter or control his wife; they moved so many times that they lost count.

  Even Rong Xia once couldn't find her own home on the way back from school.

  "Hmph, of course it's about your marriage," Yong An gave Yong Xia a sideways glance, scolding her for being impolite. "From the moment I got married, your grandfather had already promised to arrange a marriage with the Jing family. As long as both families have a boy and a girl, they would be paired together. Unfortunately, your mother's belly wasn't cooperative and only became pregnant with you after 8 years."

  Rong An originally thought that with the current family situation, this marriage would definitely fall through. Now that Old Man Jing has come to their doorstep himself, they should hurry up and welcome him in.

  Listening to these two old men ramble on about things that happened over a decade ago, Rong Xia fell silent.

  Got it! She's a trendy 90s girl, but was directly sealed as a belly-to-belly marriage, and at that time, counting down, she should still be doing little ghost in the Yama Temple.

  It's too thrilling! Such a melodramatic event actually splashed onto her body.

  "Hmm," Jing Mo raised his wrist, holding his arm a bit further away, glanced at the time, and slightly frowned. He picked up his phone and dialed a number, scolding, "The guests have all arrived, why haven't you gotten here yet?"

  Anyone else?

  Rong Xia didn't mind and continued eating the cold dishes. Since they were having a big meal, they couldn't starve their stomachs. However, his leg under the table was kicked hard by Rong An.

  He glared at her, annoyed that she didn't know any better, while she shot him a look, irritated by his over-the-top behavior.

  "Sorry to keep you waiting for so long. I'm stuck in traffic, and my grandson said he's already downstairs." Jing Mo hung up the phone with a hint of apology.

  What? His grandson is coming too?!

  Is this the rhythm of blind dating?!

  She just turned eighteen last month and hasn't even reached the legal marriage age in X country, yet that damned old dad is eager to offer her up as a sacrifice?

  "Cough... I'm going to the restroom..."

  She choked on a mouthful of air, and the pit of the jujube got stuck in Rong Xia's throat, unable to cough up or swallow down.

  I was thirsty on the way here, so I drank a large cup of milk tea, and now it's making me feel nauseous.

  Rong Xia was led by the waiter to the bathroom, leaning on the washbasin, spitting wildly, unable to come out, coughing wildly, still unable to come out.

  Isn't this forcing her to do such a lowly and common thing in such a grand and high place?

  Rong Xia poked her finger into her mouth, curled it up and scratched, whoa, a big vomit, finally relieved.

  Tears have been fabricated.

  Splashing some cool water on her face, Rong Xia didn't even turn around, she just stretched out her hand to grab the paper box on her right side.

  This touch, the feeling is wrong, the next second, Rong Xia's wet hands flew up.

  Immediately afterwards, a low and angry male voice came over.

  She awkwardly looked away, only to see a man lower his head, with several coffee-colored stains on the chest of his beige suit. It turned out that she had put her hand on someone else's clothes.

  Lose face.

  Rong Xia quietly covered her face with her hand, pretending nothing had happened, waiting for the man to leave first.

  "Mr. Huo, I'll go get you a clean suit, this guest must be uncomfortable." A waiter happened to pass by and saw Huo Quanxi staring at the water stain on his suit.

  Who doesn't know that Mr. Huo's cleanliness has reached a level of divine discontent?

  "Uh-huh."

  Rong Xia only heard a low, cold response from the man, just one word.

  She quickly pulled out a few sheets of paper from the cardboard box, wiped her face, threw them into the trash can, and walked away with all her movements in one go. She seemed to be fine, not looking at Ho Kuan-hsi's eyes as she disappeared from his sight.

  I'm afraid she'll be taken advantage of financially. Having watched too many TV dramas, in the toilet, women who bring up this topic are either asked for money or harassed.

  Back in the private room, Rong Xia let out a sigh of relief. The only people in the room were still Jing Mo and Rong An.

  Grandson? How can it be grandson?

  Shouldn't getting married be about being close to one's grandson?

  Although the Rong family has declined and is no longer what it used to be, they are so poor that they have to sell their pots and pans, but at least Rong Xia is still the biological granddaughter of the Rong family, and she is also the eldest daughter.

  Being engaged to a grandson through fetal marriage is really embarrassing.

  Rong Xia remembered that big grandson of the Jin family from back then, tall and slender with fair skin, in short, he was a young handsome guy in her vague impression.

  What's it called? I forgot.

  There's something fuzzy in my mind, but I just can't piece it together.

  She clearly remembered that after she wet her bed, the boy glared at her with a menacing attitude as if he was going to skin and dismember her, scaring her so much that she couldn't even eat.

  If it were that dear grandson, then it's still worth considering. After all, he was handsome when he was young, and he won't become too ugly as he grows up, right? What if we get a weird and ugly grandson instead? That would be a curse for eight lifetimes!

  Rong Xia pouted slightly and nodded, she would leave first, this grand feast had nothing to do with her.

  Who made her an expert in appearance association?!

  Listening to Rong An and Jing Mo talk about old times, they were laughing and chatting, when Rong Xia interrupted them in a very tactless manner.

  "Grandpa Jing, I still——"

  Rong Xia's words were cut off by the sound of the door being pushed open. She turned her head and her eyes lit up instantly.

  Wow! Is this my grandson?! So handsome?!

  At least 1.8 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure, black short hair neat and tidy, wheat-colored skin, facial lines sexy and stylish, sharp eyebrows, white teeth thin lips, under the black fitted suit, you can still see the tight muscle lines on his arms...

  She is not a flower idiot, but as a 90s high school student, appreciating handsome boys is one of her and her little friends' greatest interests.

  And isn't the one in front of you just the standard handsome guy?

  No! Should be tall, rich and handsome!

  Rong Xia originally slightly raised her buttocks and sat back down again. She curled up the corners of her mouth and smiled kindly at her grandson who had just entered.

  Since he's a big hunk, she won't waste this delicious meal tonight, and maybe even get some gossip to share with her little friends.

  But what she got in response was a face with no expression, plus a hint of disdain that flashed through the man's eyes.

  Rely on it! Is this being despised?

  What kind of nonsense is this? If you have skills, don't come here.

  Rong Xia's smile disappeared in an instant, and she glared fiercely at the man.

  "Quan Xin, how come you're just arriving? Didn't we agree to meet downstairs early?" Jing Mo's face sank as he rebuked in a low tone.

  "Sorry." Huo Quanxi pulled out a chair and sat down without further explanation.

  This tone is cool and breezy, but why does it sound so familiar?

  Rong Xia glanced at the man with her peripheral vision, suddenly opening her eyes wide. The moment the man raised his hand, she noticed a black ring on his index finger, exactly the same as the one on the man's finger in the bathroom earlier.

  She didn't see his face clearly at the time, but happened to notice the man's hand on the collar of his suit.

  Rong Xia's heart skipped a beat, no wonder that man looked at her with that kind of gaze just now, it was as if the dam had burst and the dragon king temple was flooded.

  "Now that everyone is here, let me introduce. This is Rong Hua's son, Rong An. This is his granddaughter, Rong Xia. And this is my grandson, Huo Quanxian."

  What? What's going on?

  What a terrible name!

  Digression

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